Chicago 1990

At the end of the last exam on the 27th, Song Ya hurried out while turning over the book to check the answers. A large group of classmates were followed by boys. These are usually considered to be standard nerd (describes concentrating on studies, not The nerds who love to go out and are not good at communication) temperament of the University of Chicago students, all of them are happy, and their eyes are eager to try and hesitate to panic.

"How did you answer the last question?" a classmate asked the person next to him in a low voice.

"Leave it alone! We should relax after the exam!" The most excited student in the crowd replied with his textbook.

"But I am not very comfortable with that occasion." Someone said.

Excited brother retorted, "Don't worry, APLUS will take care of everything, don't you want it?"

"Emmm..."

A group of people swept across the campus like a whirlwind and walked to the parking lot. "Big A!" Song Yahe, who was waiting at the bus door, bumped his fist and hit his chest, "Help me take care of them."

"No problem with APLUS." Big A glanced at his classmates, "Good boys, get in the car!"

"APLUS, you, won't you go with us?" Brother Xing immediately became empty.

"I'm going to pick up people. I'll be there soon." Song Ya waved at them, ran into the Mercedes Benz driven by old Mike, and walked away.

Classmates, look at me and I look at you. They didn't move too far, as if the bus door was a seal forbidden to pass.

"Hey! Come on! Don't worry! APLUS is my brother, so I'm also your classmate, OK?" Big A clapped and slapped, "on! This kind of opportunity is rare!"

"Fxxk, fight it." Brother Xing rushed into the car first.

Big A coaxed everyone into the car, "Let's go, go to this address first." He handed the driver a note.

"Don't you go to Highland Park?" The college students who stayed in their seats found something wrong. The bus didn't drive north, but went around, and finally settled in a gas station parking lot.

"From now on, don't talk!" Big A walked viciously and pulled all the sun blinds on the car windows.

So everyone stopped talking, and only dared to make eye contact with each other. Someone gave the excited brother a questioning look, and he shook his head blankly.

Big A stood in the car door and kept looking at the watch.

"Which shuttle bus is it?"

"Not this one."

"Wow, you really look like a bitch today."

"Aren't you?"

"Your boyfriend will not lie to us? Is it really going to APLUS's house?"

"If you don't believe it, go home."

"My old lady is not!"

"Hahaha!"

"This one! This one! It seems to be this one."

It was getting dark quickly in Chicago at the end of February. There were laughter from several girls outside. From far and near, they all seemed to stop outside the car door. Brother Xing started rubbing his thighs and breathing heavily.

"YO! It's this one!" Big A opened the door, "The beauties are very face-to-face. I haven't seen them. Do you have tickets?"

"Here." An afro black girl handed a big A note, and then looked into the car curiously, and saw the group of school bullies who were not daring to move in college pullovers or plaid shirts and curled their lips unwillingly. ,"Who are they?"

"Fxxk, I don't remember this number." Big A didn't answer her, but asked instead.

"Yes……"

The afro black girl gave a name, "Muck with Al, his musician." She added.

"Oh, I remember now, that..." Big A pushed his chin with his hands, imitating the appearance of the land.

"Yes, it's him!" The girls behind laughed loudly.

"Come on, then." Big A gave way.

The girls have good looks. High heels stepped on the bus floor and kicked in. After getting in the car, they all looked at the school tyrants whose bodies were completely stiff and their heartbeats were almost coming out of their chests.

Excited brother pushed his glasses with his hands, "We...cough, we are classmates in APLUS grammar class.

"Really!?" The girls suddenly exploded, each looking for a target and sticking to them, "Cool boy, how about you get along with APLUS day and night?"

"Forget it, right." Brother Excited glanced uncontrollably across the chest of the white girl's jacket beside him.

The other party immediately showed a clear smile, "Oh, the air conditioner is too hot, it's so hot." She drew down the zipper of the jacket a bit, revealing the evening wear with frugal fabric inside...

Excited brother took a deep breath and glanced triumphantly at the brothers whose faces were ashamed by the'bye'.

"Why? Don't you drive?" The explosive black girl asked the big A who closed the car door again.

"Wait a little longer." Big A is usually very cold at times like this, and his chubby body and dirty braids can deter these young men and women.

It didn't take long for the high-heeled shoes to be tapped and the women's talk and laughter sounded outside the car again.

The school tyrants who were bye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Song Ya had already pushed open the door of Xue Linfen's apartment.

"You are leaving tomorrow?" He asked, looking at Xue Linfen, who was picking up things to and fro. "We will have a party at my house later to celebrate the end of the first midterm exam for my college career."

"You know, I don't like the party atmosphere, and the whole crew is waiting for me." Xue Linfen stuffed the selection of Hanshan poems into the trolley box. "Charis will go to play, as if it was called by Amy Adams, they Very fun recently."

"Really not coming?"

"Really."

Song Ya walked through the aisle and saw a few medical reports at the corner of the table, knowing that the other party had put them here on purpose, and the corners of her mouth were cocked intently. When she picked it up, she saw her, Charis Theron and even Tim. It is feminine."Finally I can let go of worry." He said.

"Yes, these six weeks have been an unprecedented experience in my life." Xue Linfen squatted in front of the bedroom closet and began to concentrate on the trolley box on the ground. Some fabric slipped out of the corners. She tried several times. Without success, I had to press the lid with one hand and try to push things back with the other hand.

"I'll help you."

Song Ya walked over, wrapped her hands behind her, and helped hold the lid of the box.

"Thank you." She tidied things up a little flustered, and Song Ya tried hard, closing the lid of the box, making a crisp clicking sound.

"Uh... it's okay." She felt that Song Ya's face was already attached to her long hair, so she turned her head slightly to avoid it, "I have to pack up other things."

"Oh." Song Ya stood up.

She also stood up and turned around, "Ah!" Without preventing Song Ya from taking a step forward, the two of them faced each other like this, close at hand.

"Is it all suffering in Chicago?" Song Ya asked, staring down at this flawless face without makeup, still full of the iconic style of the old Hollywood golden age.

"Of course not." She looked back, "We talked very happily, but getting along is always short, we...what is this?" She saw Song Ya take out a piece of paper and raised it in front of her, and asked .

"Mine." Song Ya stuffed her medical report into her hands.

"You wouldn't be fine." She glanced, and smiled and returned the medical examination sheet.

"After the program is performed, can we talk about our affairs?" Song Ya didn't answer, and hugged her thin waist. "In only six weeks, you are almost back to 88 years."

"It would be great if it could be that way." She was very weak no matter whether it was the body breaking free or the hands pushing against Song Ya's chest. "We are not suitable to talk about "our business" APLUS, age..."

"The age is not much difference." Song Ya shook his head, "Do you know Xuelin? In Chicago, the distance between people is only vulgar and boring."

'Snapped!'

He turned his hand back and turned off the light switch on the wall. Both eyes had not had time to adapt to the sudden darkness, and only breathe each other. "You are always so beautiful, you are beautiful without makeup, and you are still beautiful in the dark. ..."

Song Ya stretched her hand over and gently scraped the back of her index finger on her cheek.

She let out a sigh that was about to collapse, Song Ya's hand was quickly grasped by her, but there was no intention to pull it away, he felt that the center of gravity of the stunner in his arms began to move back slightly.

And behind is the bed.